What’s the single most important thing to bring when traveling – except your sense of humour and (not) knowing where you’re going? A passport, right? Now that’s what I forgot before going to Berlin to attend a pre-meeting for the 2010 edition of the European Hitchgathering.
I traveled in Europe without identification before and was hold at the French-Spanish border (“open borders?”) while the border-officials were checking my story (which they couldn’t – but I got released anyhow). So I know traveling without papers can be done.
But Germany is another challenge. The highways are filled with German cops and they pull over anyone that looks suspicious: a foreign license-plate, an interesting looking cargo or your profile. And if you’re with no papers, you are asking to be taken in.
Traveling from The Netherlands makes you suspicious, for no other reason than that. So, when we drove across the border I was unthrilled to see dozens of police. One officer stood in front of us. A look into the car, a break of two seconds… and we were cleared. Sigh, take a breath.
We drive through and laugh. The price of the car, a German numberplate and the fact it had a female driver, might have helped.
Though danger wasn’t over yet! She drops me at a small parking-lot just before Osnabruck. It is cold and few cars. An hour passes when a police car enters the parking and drives slowly into my direction, holding still at 70 meters. I hold my breath and then think of the story I would make up, knowing that German police often interrogates hitchhikers and do check papers, when just then another driver opens its window, offering me a 350 km ride.
Geluk, je hebt gewoon weer mazzel.
Vorige week uitgebreid over gesproken met elkaar over dit. Voor hulp weet je wie je moet bellen, ik ben niet thuis.
Veel plezier in Berlijn, liefs Mams
I have never once been spoken to by the multitude of German police officers I have encountered at German service stations.
Only once when I was literally walking along the side of the autobahn at the Polish border did I get questioned by the Bundespolizei.
I hope I don’t ever have to deal with many official troubles.
Stay out of Bayern 😉
sounds like the you had the world in your corner. have fun at the gathering!
Nothing to do with your adventures, but I didn’t know how else to get in touch with you. I read about the Lightfoot project and I love it. I talked about it to some friends, and there’s a chance that boxes appear soon in Barcelona, Maribor, Toulouse, Lisboa, and more… I don’t know how much you’re personnally involved in this, but if you could help me get in touch with the right people, I would be really grateful. Nice to read about your ramblings, anyway. Thanks,
Hey mams, je bent niet thuis.
Waar ben je dan wel.
Waarschijnlijk aan het werk bij mijn nieuwe baan.